Brittany

Brittany is a White-Crested Polish hen, permanently styled and only occasionally sighted. Her dramatic feather crest cascades over her eyes like couture, which means she often cannot see what is happening—but she absolutely feels like she does.

She wanders off mid-flock movement with complete assurance. The group relocates? Brittany continues forward. A shift in hierarchy? Brittany is unavailable. She may suddenly realize she is alone in a completely different quadrant of the yard, but instead of panic, she offers composure.

Obviously this was intentional.

She remains happy. She remains glamorous. She remains slightly misaligned with current events.

And then… the bows.

When Brittany wears her bows and her vision clears, the world becomes a revelation. She freezes. She blinks dramatically. She stares at trees like they were invented that morning. Every hen is fascinating. Every movement is breathtaking. It is pure, diva-level astonishment.

She does not seek power.
She seeks lighting.

Brittany may not always see the direction the flock has taken—but she will always look incredible heading the wrong way.

And when she can see?
She is dazzled. As she should be.